�Ahem.�
Apolo looked up from unzipping Dockers to see an obviously upset Sarah glaring back at him. Her white knuckles gripped the threshold of the door. He couldn�t help but smile the slightest bit. She just looked so cute when she was mad, temple throbbing, jugular popping out of her neck, and hair messily pulled back into a ponytail. Apolo let his unzipped khakis drop to his ankles. He had been impressive and quite convincing in the buff before; why fix something that wasn�t broken?
�Sarah, I�m really sorry for not calling��
�Damn right! You should be sorry. I was worried about you.�
�You have every right to be angry,� he replied, moving towards her, �and I understand if you don�t want to go to the luncheon with me.�
�I don�t, and just because you think you can come in here and��
He stared down at Sarah�s petite figure as he brushed some unruly strands of hair behind her perky ears. �Honest, I totally I agree with you. I shouldn�t come in here and think that��
�Exactly, you have no right to just�.just�� Sarah�s agitation and resentment melted away into a shy smile as did her harsh words. Those rich, swirling caramel coated eyes. Oh, crap.
�Damn you, Apolo,� she muttered, resisting the urge to laugh. She wrapped her delicate arms around Apolo�s neck, gently stroking the soft curls. �So, where were you last night anyway? You weren�t up in my our bed, that�s for sure.�
�Again, sorry about that. I went out with one of my old friends, and we ended kinda late, so I just crashed at my dad�s place.� Apolo pulled Sarah closer, dropping a few soft kisses on her shiny, black hair. She looked up at him, green eyes twinkling.
�Who�d you go out with? Someone I�ve met?�
�No, no. My friend Morgan. She and I go way back to Lake Placid, but she�s from Seattle. We just spent the evening hanging out.�
�Well, I�d like to meet this girl, Morgan, as you call her. Is she like me?�
Apolo smiled, trying to hide his apparent nervousness. �Sort of. I think you guys�umm�have a lot in common to say the least.�
�We both have you for instance,� Sarah joked as she ran a finger down the side of Apolo�s face.
�Yeah, of course.� Apolo quickly pulled away and averted his gaze from her eyes. He rummaged through his messy closet. Shirts. Pants. Shoes. He didn�t need to turn around to know that Sarah was staring at him, eyes questioning. Concerned.
�You better go get dressed,� he said, pulling a tie out and draping it around his neck. He would deal
with the Morgan issue later. He concentrated on perfecting the knot in his tie. It had always been so complicated for him. With the slighted twist or turn, everything ended up in shambles, and then he had to start over again. Alone. Apolo ran a hand through his hair, shaking it back behind his almond shaped eyes. He wasn�t sure if he was still thinking about his tie anymore.
�So when?�
�When what?� Sarah approached him, reaching out to fix the crooked mess of material.
�When am I going to get to meet Morgan?�
�Soon enough. Apolo grinned mischievously. Somehow, things always seemed to turn out for the better when it came to solving his own dilemmas. He would figure a way to get out of this potential mess; the last thing he wanted to was hurt either Sarah or Morgan. Ever since Apolo was young, he achieved whatever he strove for, no matter how out of reach it was. Little did he know that this time, talent and tenacity would grant him no results.